sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"It's so cold here." Her voice is a playful complaint, her lips a perfect frown of colour.
She appears in a thin white dress that hugs the curves of her body. If indeed gods could feel the chill of the air one would expect the goddess to have frozen as a result of her choice of garment. With hair plaited long down the open back of her dress, she bends to inspect the lantern first. "And you are always so serious." Safrin adds, looking at him over her shoulder as her fingers map out the exquisite craftsmanship that went into the creation of the offerings placed upon the shrine.
"Why is that?" She wonders, seating herself upon the cold stone floor. Peering up at him, her dark eyes enigmatic beneath the flutter of her long lashes, Safrin tilts her head slightly to the side.
She appears in a thin white dress that hugs the curves of her body. If indeed gods could feel the chill of the air one would expect the goddess to have frozen as a result of her choice of garment. With hair plaited long down the open back of her dress, she bends to inspect the lantern first. "And you are always so serious." Safrin adds, looking at him over her shoulder as her fingers map out the exquisite craftsmanship that went into the creation of the offerings placed upon the shrine.
"Why is that?" She wonders, seating herself upon the cold stone floor. Peering up at him, her dark eyes enigmatic beneath the flutter of her long lashes, Safrin tilts her head slightly to the side.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
